Rhee Brothers

I was recently asked to review a 1984 karate movie called Furious. I have to admit that I was initially reluctant to offer my opinion on it, mainly because my own fiction writing experience is a poem published in a national anthology when I was in high school, Animaniacs and Pinky And The Brain fan-fiction written from my mid-teens to my early 20s, and sketches I wrote for a Saturday Night Live website, sketches that weren’t really comedic, but more expressions of the violent, depressed and unstable state my mind was in from when I was 19 to when I was 21. More germane to the issue, I had written reviews for an 80s movies website from 2002 to 2006, and since my own film-making experience was limited to a video I made for fun with a friend of mine I had in my younger days, in retrospect, I didn’t really have the right to call a movie good or bad. That’s why, with this review, I’ll talk about what